One extra thing– following this– there’s always aftercare after spanking.
Can be read separately though, enjooyyy :))
BruJay || 1K of aftercare ♥♥♥
The first time Jason tries to deny it, tries to get up and pull his pants back on and get the fuck out because that was more overwhelming than he could have ever imagined, he didn’t plan on crying god damn it, didn’t plan on begging so desperately, didn’t plan on many things and yet ended up that way anyways.
Now he tries to get out, come back to his senses and most of all hide from Bruce because god knows he showed this man too much, more than he should have– he tries– but strong hands don’t allow him.
“Let me go” he grants, voice husky and still a little shaking “I wanna go” he adds, eyebrows furrowed in an attempt to look intimidating– it doesn’t work– his eyes are still swollen and his lips are puffy from biting down his screams– he looks nothing but intimidating– he looks adorable, or so Bruce secretly muses.
“No” Bruce says, voice low, soft. And it’s all he says, doesn’t try to reason with Jason or ask him if he’s okay, rather than talking he acts– and that works better with Jason, always did. He carefully pulls Jason’s pants back on, knowing it most likely hurts him but also knows better than parade him through the mansion only in his underwear, Jason would never forgive him.
Though, he might no forgive the next part either, because what he does next gets Jason so choked up with curses none actually leave his mouth.
He picks him up, bridal style.
“Bru–” Jason chokes, eyes wide and insensitively holding onto the man’s broad shoulders. “–what are y— stop– no– put me down–” his cheeks redden and he tries hitting the man, which honestly, Bruce takes like a man– it feels more like a slap than a hit, he wonders if Jason even tries. “–Are you messing with me? Quit that– Hey, stop, I’m telling you– ugh.” he grants loudly, cheeks burning with shame as Bruce ignores him and just carries him upstairs, he doesn’t know what he’s trying to achieve but if it’s humiliating him– he has a great success.
Bruce takes him to his room, putting him carefully down– too carefully– he thinks. “Talk, stop being creepy” he frowns because Bruce is silent, like a shadow, did he get scared of what they did? No way, he fucking came, he liked it. “Are you going to start your guilt bulshit? Just to remind you I’m an adult and I–…” his words die out when Bruce palms his cheek, brushing his hair lightly.
“No” Bruce sighs out, fingers moving over Jason’s nape and giving it a warm squeeze “I won’t” he clarifies, though there is a tiny bit of guilt in his eyes, Jason can tell. “Strip” he asks, though, it’s a command and both know it.
Jason gawks, eyes widening– he couldn’t possibly intend to… “I can’t” he blurts, embarrassed he’s the one backing out, but for real he can’t take on Bruce’s cock right now, his ass is 50 shades of hurting. “Fuck Bruce I didn’t think you’d– but I… uh…” he wants to fucking fall through the ground because shit, shit he feels like a child for refusing something rough but he just…
“Jason” Bruce’s voice draws his attention and he somehow calms down under this steady, blue gaze. “I want to take care of your…” there’s a slight moment in which Bruce seems to consider his words, decides to be blunt and simply says “… injuries” he’s stoic, but there’s a glint in his eyes.
This bastard is amused. Jason can’t believe it, he mutters a few curses that grant him a quiet “Language” commentary that only makes him roll his eyes “Do your worst, fuck, I don’t even care.” he says at last, getting rid of his pants and just flopping on the king sized bed. He humiliated himself so much tonight that he might as well allow this shit to happen too.
Bruce doesn’t seem to mind his dramatic flare and simply leaves the room only to return shortly after with a first aid kit, getting Jason to lie on his tummy and carefully peeling off the tight black boxers. He does wince once, seeing the forming purple red marks on Jason’s ass cheeks– he didn’t realize just /how/ rough he had gotten.
“Ou” Jason winces when the cold lotion first touches his skin “Fuck– careful” he complains, frowning and lying back down when Bruce grumbles a “Sorry” and and seems to take some time to warm up the lotion between his fingers first, applying it carefully afterwards. It still hurts but it slowly starts affecting, soothing the burning sensation and making it more bearable.
It sure felt amazing to get spanked half to death but he must admit– it hurts like a bitch afterwards. He casually wonders just how long he wouldn’t be able to sit– and for how long the marks will stay. Oddly enough the thought makes him shiver. “Mnn” he turns to look at Bruce when the man finishes up, wiping his hands directly on the sheets and putting the kit away, he looks back at him.
“Would you like something to drink?” he asks in this overly polite and a little awkward manner than makes Jason laugh, for real, tension and awkwardness leaving his body because damn– no one is as awkward as Bruce, not even him himself. His eyes narrow and a smile plays on his lips “Sure, water” he tells him, feeling… feeling somehow better, nice, taken care of.
“Of course” Bruce is standing up almost immediately, though halting to run his fingers through Jason’s hair and to say “You’ve been good, Jay” and leave before the stunned young man could come up with any good comeback to that
Fuck this old man and his smooth fucking talk. He lets his face drop into the nearest pillow and scream a little into it. Because fuck– fuck this shit. He didn’t like the way his tummy did a fucking flip at those words– he’s the worst.
His cheeks are still burning when Bruce returns with the water.
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